Deep Sea Embers Chapter 294: Death hallucinations
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A strong aroma of herbs filled the room.
No, it's not pervasive, but it appears in the perception instantly—as if the strong breath had already filled the entire space without knowing when, but this fact has always been shielded from the dimension of reality, And until now, following the words of the old caretaker, this ubiquitous aura suddenly revealed its existence in front of the uninvited guest!
The two men in black reacted almost instantly. The short man suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the old caretaker who was standing by the stove. With a strange shout, the other quickly took out a few pieces of paper with a dirty texture from his arms, and threw them into the air.
The low, hoarse and weird shout turned into a blurry ripple that was faintly visible to the naked eye, covering the space of the old caretaker in all directions like an explosion shock wave, and the pieces of paper thrown into the air clattered into countless silhouette fragments, The instant it landed, it turned into countless black venomous insects and snakes, rushing towards the stove while making disgusting rustling sounds.
The old guard hunched over, silently watching these sinister attacks coming straight at him, but he didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding them.
The shock wave tore apart the shelf next to the stove, smashed all the bottles and cans in a loud noise, and also smashed the burning stove, shattering the flames that were emitting a strong smell of herbs in the hearth. It went out in an instant, and black poisonous insects and snakes climbed up the old man's body, gnawing at the latter's limbs and flesh frantically.
The old caretaker was devoured by these attacks almost instantly, and his crooked old body fell to the ground, turning into a mess of dirty blood and clothing fragments.
All this happens in seconds. It wasn't until the guard fell to the ground and the ashes that were still hot in the hearth scattered all over the place that the two women in white looked at each other with ease.
Both of them had the same confusion on their faces.
"A breath of the devil—I know who you are now. It turns out to be two Oblivion Cultists. You are well disguised, hiding from my eyes, but not from my intuition," the old warden continued. Said, "Why are you here? What do you want to do?"
However, the expected death did not come.
The sudden sound startled the two white-clothed women, and at the same time exacerbated their already faint sense of fear, and this fear would often turn into impotent anger—this short stature The woman gave up trying to open the door, turned around and shouted into the air: "I don't care where you hide!"
The Annihilation cultist raised his head in astonishment, and looked at his companion not far away, only to see that this figure fell to the ground at some point, with a huge hole in his back, and the blood had already been drained.
What about yourself?
Knowing that there is no hope and that it is difficult for them to fight against the cemetery guards with their own strength, this cultist chose to sacrifice his heart to the Lord Youshen in order to fully release the power he obtained in the "Symbiosis Contract". last-ditch.
The old man narrowed his eyes. In his field of vision, there was a pale and dim silhouette standing outside the door. Some distorted and chaotic lights and shadows could be seen around this silhouette, but he couldn't see what it was.
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The old guard slowly raised his shotgun and aimed at the hazy silhouette outside the door through the door.
The knock on the door came patiently. "Another dying hallucination, fear and anger will be magnified, resulting in a strong sense of powerlessness, and often feel as if one is omnipotent, and even successfully reversed life and death - but that illusion often occurs after a very short moment Dissipated, and then fell into greater fear..."
"Is this the solution?" The tall and strong woman looked at the wreckage on the ground in disbelief, and said to her companion in doubt, "These strange cemetery guards in the legend... so easy to deal with ? Or is this old man the weakest of the guards?"
There is a strange breath approaching.
He had the trusty old double-barreled shotgun by his hand, and the messy marks of the brief struggle were everywhere around him.
Didn't even feel my own heart.
The door... opened by itself.
A piece of gorgeous
The rotten and distorted starlight hits the face.
However, before he could pull the trigger, a slight click suddenly reached his ears.
When he came to the door, he stretched out his hand and was about to open it, but his movements stopped suddenly.
"The Holy Lord bestows us with courage and pure essence!" The short woman said loudly. She forcibly relied on her faith in the Unseen Holy Lord to suppress the fear in her heart, and gradually fell into some kind of frenzy of sacrifice. "You stupid worldly counterfeit, you can be proud! You can only be proud of this!"
However, he didn't find anything. The shock wave tore apart everything in the room and stirred up the air, but he didn't force out the figure of the guard.
The old voice echoed in the hut, for some reason, the two women in white clothes suddenly felt that the voice seemed to become erratic, far and near, like light and shadow through a curtain.
A red-hot poker was thrust fiercely between her chest and abdomen, and the place where the poker touched the flesh and blood was still emitting green smoke.
"Boom boom --"
The cultist grunted, tilted his head, and died completely.
After finishing speaking, the cultist suddenly took out a pitch-black dagger from his bosom, and then stabbed the dagger into his heart without hesitation!
"Open the door, thank you." A polite voice came from outside the door.
As soon as the voice fell, layers of illusory ripples appeared around him, and in the ripples, a beautiful bird-shaped monster was vaguely seen standing on his shoulder, stretching its neck and screaming— — This is a "death bird" demon.
The old man didn't make a sound, but just stared at the dark old wooden door.
She hadn't guessed the watchman's trick—it was hallucination.
The watchman concealed himself with the dual effects of supernatural power and herbs, and pretended to be a ghost in this hut, but since his voice is still here, it means that he is just hiding at the side, as long as the whole room is swept away , this old thing will always leak.
The loud noise of the furniture being torn and the furnishing falling to the ground and shattering came and went one after another. The small caretaker's hut was in a mess in the blink of an eye, and almost everything was smashed in this invisible shock wave. Smashed, only the other woman in white remained intact—this tall and strong man in white propped up the barrier, and while blocking the aftermath of the shock wave, he scanned the surroundings quickly, trying to find something from the distortion of the air. This hidden caretaker.
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The scream of the deep demon and the roar of the tall woman overlapped, and a translucent shock wave instantly swept across the entire room!
The short woman didn't dare to relax at all. She still stared at the place where the old guard was standing before, and at the same time quickly scanned the small room with the corner of her eyes, frowning slightly: "It's strange... I didn't smell it... The smell of this herb is getting stronger and stronger? It seems that someone is lighting incense next to it... No! Leave!"
The tall Annihilation Cultist lowered his head and saw that he was actually sitting on a chair in the middle of the room.
"The dying hallucinations are over, may your souls vanish without blessing or misery."
A look of vigilance instantly appeared in the old man's eyes, and he suddenly clenched the shotgun in his hand,
In the next second, a knock on the door came from the other side of the door.
A hallucination caused by the burning of a powerful hallucinogen.
"So that's how it is.....People can't...die twice..."
In the last few seconds when his vision was rapidly dimming and his mind was gradually becoming chaotic, he recognized that it was a terrible wound caused by the close-range bombardment of a double-barreled shotgun—his companion had already died~IndoMTL.com~Yes The moment he stepped into the caretaker's hut, he was shot dead from behind by the old guard.
She didn't feel the severe pain that she should have felt when the dagger pierced her body.
What is it? !
On this cold and quiet winter night, the sudden knock on the door was actually harsh.
The little woman seemed to understand something suddenly, and rushed to the wooden door of the cabin in an instant, but when she stretched out her hand and pushed the door, she found it.
It is as immovable as a wall, and the seemingly strong wooden boards have the touch of pouring steel.
"It's really useless....The two heretics are in such a mess, and they didn't ask anything in the end," the old guard muttered, stepping over the tall corpse lying on the floor and the chair on the chair. Another corpse walked towards the wooden door of the hut with a shotgun, "There are two troubles outside, I hope there is still time."
"The Holy Lord has given me the power to transcend life and death!"
The old man took a few breaths on the chair and regained some strength, then reached for the shotgun at the side, propped himself up on his knees and sat up from the chair.
Not alive - but definitely not dead either.
He recalled that he had been killed in a short, peaceful fight by a pair of pokers—just ten seconds earlier.
An old and menacing voice sounded in the hut: "One of the dying hallucinations, I think I am trapped in a certain room, and the passage to leave the room is in front of me, try to go through this passage, but Can't find the correct way to open the door."
There are no living people outside the door.
On another chair on the opposite side of the room, the old guard with a bright temperament quietly looked at the cultist who hadn't completely passed away, muttering expressionlessly.
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